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Three years into our marriage, my wife had hypnotized me three times.
The first time, her childhood sweetheart competed with me for the position of company director. My wife personally crushed both my hands, turning me into a cripple.
The second time, her childhood sweetheart needed liquid capital. She sold off my luxury cars and mansion, taking out massive loans in my name.
The third time, her childhood sweetheart was severely injured in a car accident. She forcibly harvested our son's eyeballs and liver, transplanting them to her childhood sweetheart.
Each time, I vehemently demanded a divorce, wanting to sever all ties with her.
But she would cling to me, crying, saying she'd go insane without me.
She even forcibly hypnotized me to forget everything, just so I could stay by her side as if nothing had happened.
It wasn't until our son's funeral that I accidentally discovered the whole truth.

For My Childhood Sweetheart, My Wife Hypnotized Me Four Times

She raced through three red lights like a madwoman, driving back to that rundown little house. Upon opening the door, she found no trace of anyone, and everything that had belonged to Michael had been cleared out, not a single item left behind.


But he hadn't taken anything with him; instead, he'd dumped it all in the trash bins by the entrance.


With trembling hands, Emily picked up the paper on the table. The words "Divorce Agreement" were boldly written across the top.


She skimmed through the terms, but her mind went blank, as if she couldn't recognize a single word.


Why had everything been fine yesterday, yet today Michael had suddenly left without a word?


Could it be that he'd really found out about the hypnosis and remembered everything she'd done to him?


Impossible! The doctor she'd hired was the best in the business!


Chapter 8